Self Loathe

'Self loathe', they say, 

Would take you away

But I know the way

And for the time being, I want to be away.

Fear of poisoning them all

With my dirty tricks and my deceiving smile

I am just as bad as a scheming blondie tall

For, I scheme like the endless water of the river Nile

When I'm crying and hurt

I'm not myself but a bad naughty flirt

And I laugh when they call me dirt

I do not care; I'm indeed a dirt